Icy Intel (Viper x Killjoy)

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Icy Intel (Continuation to "Risks and Sacrifices")

Sky gradually brightening, the day hasn't officially begun yet for some others, for most people in the VALORANT headquarters were still sound asleep. While the evening patrols were roaming and were looking forward to the end of their shift, one particular agent was wide awake in their quarters.

Lights dim nearly to black and the only bright illumination originating from the digital holographic clock being projected by the alarm mounted on the wall above the bunk-like bed, Viper was laying on her side and absently staring at the displayed time.

The habit of waking up early was a hard one to break. She could take this opportunity to just start her day early like the usual, but the one stopping her was the arms embracing her from behind. A look over her shoulder and there she was, her little maus sleeping soundly to herself while she treated Viper as her personal teddy bear.

The thought of being a stuffed toy made to be hugged was something Viper wanted to scoff at. She would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy the warmth that came with Killjoy's warm embraces.

Instead of trying to squirm away from her bedmate's clutches, Viper just glanced over to the open shelf compartment in the wall, where Killjoy's new eyeglasses were settled.

Cypher had given the eyewear to Viper a couple of days ago after she returned it to him when he got the shape wrong. The Moroccan suggested that square-shaped glasses would've made Killjoy look more mature and professional, but surprisingly, Viper didn't concur with his point.

Instead of being offended by her criticism towards the initial glasses he made, Cypher merely chuckled to himself and retook the eyewear, promising Viper that he'll make an exact replica of Killjoy's original specs.

Taking the glasses with one of her hands, Viper examined the item as she recalled how Killjoy reacted when she gave it to her.

A couple of German cusses slipped out of Killjoy's lips as she worked on her turret, muttering complaints towards her lack of clear vision. She couldn't find her spare pair, so she was left to settle on working on her bots by literally keeping a close eye on them.

There were two couches in her lab and a few stools here and there, but Killjoy seemed to prefer the floor over any of the mentioned seats. Situated on the floor in a pair of baggy pants and a knitted high-neck tank top, Killjoy was practically hugging her turret as she worked on adding a more advance enemy sensor.

The murmured curse words were drowned out by the music blasting in the headphones she was wearing, the music playing through it deafening her to the point that she didn't even notice her lab's door hiss as it opened for the scientist that strode in.

Today was one of those days Viper had the uncommon free week off. No missions assigned, no reports to be written and no Spikes to be planted, nor defused. She would've spent the day in her own lab to be productive like how she normally chose to do, but she had just acquired Killjoy's new eyeglasses from Cypher.

The latter had even made a little jest about her current attire for today. Dark green blouse, black pencil skirt and a pair of black stilettos, her outfit was pretty simple, even when she paired it with a white lab coat. Cypher though, he mentioned how it was the perfect day for Viper to give Killjoy her glasses.

Whenever Viper wore skirts, Killjoy was either out on a mission or had just returned from one the night before, which meant she was asleep throughout the day and always ended up missing the sight the scientist provided.

The click-clack of the heels went unnoticed thanks to the headphones Killjoy had on. Behind her, Viper stopped, raising an eyebrow as she watched the techie switch from being frustrated with her bot to entertained with her music every moment or two.

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